For you, as Brehon high—in that, held sway.
Were I a person who could read or write,
I’d record much about his friends to-night;
I’d bring before you hosts of faultless men,
Whose brilliant deeds would make you young again.
Now, as I spoke, his name I’ll tell to you,
Pray ye, “Amen”—and then a prayer or two
For gen’rous Daniel Barry, dead before ye;
Pray: May his soul ascend to God in Glory!